When Tang Qingying was born, there was no Buddha's light filling the sky, no colorful clouds coming into the world, and no vision of Lao Shizi happened.
Only the fine snow outside the house drifted silently all night, crushing a sapling in the small courtyard.
Her father held her in his arms and sat in silence all night, until the next day when spring came after the snow, and the night came to an end...
The article about farming struggle is vulgar and vulgar, so be careful if you don't like it.
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On 9.9Th, the proprietor has something to do, so I will update later - about that, try to update more tomorrow~ Sorry
September 12th Hui Chang is sorry, Luo Yi has to ask for leave again. . . Something good is coming for the proprietor, so it seems a little messy= =|||
September 15th I don't know why, but I get lazy when it comes to weekends = =Sorry, I shouldn't make excuses for skipping the update, woohoo…